RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
The Golden Rooster
She rises above the Paris skyline
Gazing off into an endless plain
The seed of western civilization
The heart of artistic reign
The golden rooster stands again
We do not worship her demeanor
Her golden sphere we do not praise
We look to her for strength and courage
We praise her for her boundless gaze
She is the golden rooster of France
An eternal symbol of resurgence
When she rises all will dance
And all of France will be emergent
I remember when my heart was whole
The day before the spire fell
I remember all the people crying
The endless chiming of the bells
They thought the golden rooster lost
Never would our dreams be well
Our footing on the earth was tossed
All our heavens turned to hell
But she is risen once again
The spirit of the world revived
Buried in the ash of men
The grand lady is still alive
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